Today a strange man handed me this notebook, and we had a very pleasant discussion. I figure I should write it down while it's still fresh in my mind.

I remember looking around the train and spotting a man with a very pretty book in his hand, and he seemed so absorbed in it he must not have realized his journals had fallen off his seat. I stepped away from the post I was holding onto and bent down to pick them up, since the second morning train wasn't as packed and there was more room to move around in. "Excuse me sir? You dropped these." I handed them to him, happy to have been of assistance. He smiled and took them, barely looking up from his book.

I went to walk away and this seemed to have caught his attention somehow, because he straightened and removed his bag from the seat next to him. It might have been my slightly swollen belly, or the fact I looked very tired, but either way, he made sure to clear his things and offered me a seat. "Sorry, I didn't discern a woman in your condition was on the train, please, have a seat." I smiled and lowered myself into the seat, grateful to have time off my feet before the start of work. "Thank you kindly sir. My name is Ciara, and yours?" I held my hand out, happy to make a new acquaintance in the city.

"Lucifer, but my friends call me Luci." He gracefully took my hand and gave it a gentle shake, seeming just as pleased to have a new friend. He looked lost in thought for a moment before turning back to me. "Ciara, it means Dark One right?" I nodded, surprised someone knew the origins of my name.

"Lucifer? As in God's favorite child?" He nodded and I smiled, "I've never seen anyone named Lucifer, it's a very beautiful name." I watched as he grinned, his thumb stroking the old journal in his hand. He seemed to not have written in it, let alone opened it. I saw a very small engraving on the old leather strap handing off, Two small pairs of initials. "Who is L.A. and C.A.?" I pointed to the strap and he looked puzzled.

"If I'm honest, I don't remember, I got this a very long time ago." He lifted the strap up, looking at it in a curious manner. "I don't quite remember where I acquired this journal from." He flipped it over and ran his hands over the back cover, where an ornate and delicately traced heart sat, the same initials in it, only more crafted and lovely. He shrugged and handed it over to me, eyes light.

"You may have it, if you wish. I was on my way to sell it to a broker, but you seem more connected with it. Please, be my guest." I looked startled, and it must have shown, as he laid the book by my side, and stood. "You may take it if you wish, or leave it here for another. I do hope you'll take it." He nodded, his dark eyes becoming hardened again, and turned as the train doors opened. He vanished before I could get up to stop him, and I looked at the wonderfully worn leather journal.

It was a shame I will likely never see him again, but as you can tell, I kept the journal. It seemed like fate to meet someone as amazing and well worded as Lucifer, and I hope I can meet him again, along with my future child, she'd be lucky to meet someone as gentleman like as him. Maybe fate will bring us together again.

That's all for the day, goodbye my lovely new journal

Yours Truly
𝒞𝒾𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒮𝓂𝒾𝓉𝒽